I have spent a whole lot of time whining lately, so I want to tell this story. It's still got the whine, of course. I gotta be me.
Yesterday, while driving from my first job to my second job at 8:00 a.m., and feeling a little blurry-eyed, I saw a garbage truck. I thought, "Oh my god, I don't remember putting the garbage on the street."
And then I realized I didn't remember putting the garbage on the street for a long time now. And yet, it gets there. This is because of my darling much maligned, over-worked, under appreciated, etc. etc. husband. He does it (or gets Joseph to do it) every Friday. Or is it Monday? It's some day and I don't have to know when, because he does. Isn't that fabulous?
Thank you Bob. I love you.
(He won't read this, but oh well.)
Where have you been?
4 years ago